Go on, I dare you. What’s the matter – are you chicken?
I double dare ya.
Oh yea? I double dog dare ya! Top that! 
Hah! If you do it, I’ll shave my ass.
I’m going straight do the top, I TRIPLE DOG DARE YA!
I’m going straight to the top, I TRIPLE DOG DARE YA!
I triple dog dare ya! With cherries on top!
yeah, yeah, big talk, no action…
buncha wussies
I infinity dog dare ya! And there’s no “infinity + 1” either! Beat that, you freak!
What a bunch of pansy nancy boys!
::whups it out::
There! Now the rest of you have gotta top that!
Damnit! Now it’s turned into a swordfight, and I don’t have a sword!
gulp Lookitthatwillya? <insert gratuitous shocked smilie here>
::takes out a magnifying glass and a copy of Gray’s Anatomy::
I’m sorry that your poor eyesight makes reading so difficult Ethilrist.
I’ll leave you with one of my own sayings;
The best part about posessing an elephant’s memory,
is having the body parts to match.*
I just want to clarify that my initial post was in no way related to Ethilrist’s. My shock was from the ENORMITY of…ahem…size.
And I dare anyone to say any different.
Say, Zen…since we’re on the subject…I dare you to…ah, nevermind.
Yeah, yeah, Zenster. We’re all impressed with its size. Although why you carry a foil-wrapped cucumber in your pants is beyond me. But I figure, heck – if ya got all that spare room in your pants, ya might as well store vegetables there.
It’s not the size, it’s the skill.
For Example: I didn’t type this post with my hands.
Beat that!
Wow. It’s just like a penis, except smaller.
I’ll do it.
[sub](Hey, Euty: BWAHAHAHAHA!!!)[/sub]
I would do anything for love.
But I won’t do THAT.